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Duanphen was thinking of hot Thai stew with plenty of garlic. It was edging past the nine-hour mark of soapy water scouring and sore fingers. Her throat pinged as she pictured her two babies in Bang Kapi, on the outskirts of the city. So far away from mama. She’d probably watch an episode of ‘Rak […]

Martin draped the minuscule complementary white towel nonchalantly over his front. Apart from that, he was completely naked, dripping wet from a Japanese-style sit-down wash moments ago. His eyes rushed over the explanatory cartoons showing the ideal order in which to enjoy the baths. He couldn’t concentrate, and silently berated himself for his self-consciousness. ‘Having […]